Fruitfulness eBook

Émile Gaboriau
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 616 pages of information about Fruitfulness.

Fruitfulness eBook

Émile Gaboriau
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 616 pages of information about Fruitfulness.
to provide his daughter with all comfort.  All the affection of his weak heart was now given to that child, whose resemblance to her mother distracted him.  He would gaze at her for hours with tears in his eyes.  A great passion was springing up within him; his one dream now was to dower her richly and seek happiness through her, if indeed he could ever be happy again.  Thus feelings of avarice had come to him; he economized with respect to everything that was not connected with her, and secretly sought supplementary work in order that he might give her more luxury and increase her dower.  Without her he would have died of weariness and self-abandonment.  She was indeed fast becoming his very life.

“Why, yes,” said she with a pretty smile, in answer to a question which Boutan put to her, “it is I who have brought poor papa back.  I wanted to be sure that he would take a stroll before setting to work again.  Other wise he shuts himself up in his room and doesn’t stir.”

Morange made a vague apologetic gesture.  At home, indeed, overcome as he was by grief and remorse, he lived in his bedroom in the company of a collection of his wife’s portraits, some fifteen photographs, showing her at all ages, which he had hung on the walls.

“It is very fine to-day, Monsieur Morange,” said Boutan, “you do right in taking a stroll.”

The unhappy man raised his eyes in astonishment, and glanced at the sun as if he had not previously noticed it.  “That is true, it is fine weather—­and besides it is very good for Reine to go out a little.”

Then he tenderly gazed at her, so charming, so pink and white in her black mourning gown.  He was always fearing that she must feel bored during the long hours when he left her at home, alone with the servant.  To him solitude was so distressful, so full of the wife whom he mourned, and whom he accused himself of having killed.

“Papa won’t believe that one never feels ennui at my age,” said the girl gayly.  “Since my poor mamma is no longer there, I must needs be a little woman.  And, besides, the Baroness sometimes calls to take me out.”

Then she gave a shrill cry on seeing a brougham draw up close to the curb.  A woman was leaning out of the window, and she recognized her.

“Why, papa, there is the Baroness!  She must have gone to our house, and Clara must have told her that I had accompanied you here.”

This, indeed, was what had happened.  Morange hastily led Reine to the carriage, from which Seraphine did not alight.  And when his daughter had sprung in joyously, he remained there another moment, effusively thanking the Baroness, and delighted to think that his dear child was going to amuse herself.  Then, after watching the brougham till it disappeared, he entered the factory, looking suddenly aged and shrunken, as if his grief had fallen on his shoulders once more, so overwhelming him that he quite forgot the others, and did not even take leave of them.

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